So Mulder and Scully have to spend a few nights together in the same motel room because of some case they're on. They think they should be able to stand spending time with each other; after all, they're great friends! They would prefer to have separate rooms, but ah well; they'll just have to cope.
Disclaimer: No-one got me Mulder and Scully for Christmas! :O
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Where did I get the idea for this chapter?: I actually did manage to stab myself in my right hand with a pen and the dot wouldn't come off (well it did, but about a week later). I think I was actually writing A Primeval Case; I tend to start writing my fics on paper while the idea is still fresh in my mind (this is part of the reason why a Primeval Case is taking so long to update; I have at least half of the next chapter written out on paper *groan* I HATE copying out!)
And by the way, I do realize it's a bit OOC. (Mulder at least)
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Night One
Mulder and Scully are in bed. The light is on, Scully is on her side, reading, her back to Mulder, and Mulder is lying on his back writing 'something'.
"Ow!"
"What?" Scully turned over to look at Mulder, who was studying the palm of his hand in apparent horrified awe.
"I just stabbed myself with my pen!"
"Well that was clever, wasn't it?" Mulder put the tip of his finger in his mouth and then used it to try and rub the ink off. Scully went back to reading her book. A couple of minutes later, when she was re-engrossed in it, Mulder said:
"Scully?"
"Hmm?"
"It won't come off."
"Go wash your hand then."
Mulder got out of bed and went into the en-suite bathroom to try and remove the offending dot. A couple of minutes later he came back into their room, looking worried.
"Scully?"
"What now, Mulder?"
"I can't get this ink off!"
"Mulder, it's ink, for God's sake!
Mulder grumbled something to himself, and then got back into bed. He sucked his hand, then spat, evidently tasting soap. A couple of minutes later:
"Scully?"
Scully sighed, very slowly, and with great frustration. She tensely lowered her book. "Mulder, this better be good…"
"It is, I swear. Is it true about ink poisoning? It's just that the ink's gone under my skin."
"Mulder, I said it better be good. That was not good. However, I'm sure a little spot of ink isn't going to kill you. You may have tattooed yourself though."
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Mulder!"
"What?" Mulder seemed confused at her shock.
"That's a bit of an overreaction isn't it?"
"I don't want to have a black dot on the my hand for the rest of my life!"
"Mulder, vain, now that's something I never expected!" Scully's annoyance and frustration at being disturbed had turned to amusement.
"Well, you wouldn't like it either!"
"Mulder."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up. And go to sleep."
"Oh. Ok then." He clicked off the lamp above his head. "Night, Scully."
"Night."
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AN: My reaction was very similar to Mulder's when my mum told me I might have tattooed myself (except I didn't use the 'f' word with my mum!). I was actually really disappointed when the dot went.
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